“She healed me. She
broke me. I set her free. But we are in this together. We will end this
together. The rules of this ancient game can’t be broken.”

Nila Weaver no longer
recognises herself. She’s left her lover, her courage, and her promise. Two
debts down. Too many to go.

Jethro Hawk no longer
recognises himself. He’s embraced what he always ran from, and now faces
punishment far greater than he feared.

It’s almost time. It’s
demanding to be paid.

The Third Debt will be
the ultimate test...

HOW HAD THIS happened?

Where did it all go so wrong?

Jethro was supposed to love me. I was
supposed to love him.

Yet he’d given me over to his family.
He’d bound the ropes, blindfolded my eyes, and gifted me to his kin.

“Know what time it is, Nila Weaver?”
Daniel breathed in my ear.

I jerked away. The restraints around my
body meant I couldn’t run, couldn’t fight; I couldn’t even see.

Oh, God.

Please
don’t let them do this.

I wanted to scream for Jethro to save me.
I wanted him to put an end to this and claim me once and for all. Didn’t our
connection mean anything?

You know
it’s all different now.

Ever since I’d returned to Hawksridge
Hall, things had been different—horribly, horribly
different.

The fire crackled in the billiards room
where the Hawk men had been playing poker. The air was hot and muggy and laced
with cognac fumes.

Tonight, I’d had plans to end whatever
changed between Jethro and me forever.

But now…those plans had changed.

Kestrel ran his fingers over my collar.
“Relax, little Weaver. It will all be over soon.”

Cut chuckled. “Yes, soon you can go to
sleep and pretend none of this happened.”

My ears strained for one other voice. The
voice of the man who controlled my heart even though he’d thrown it back in my
face.

But only silence greeted me.

Daniel snickered, licking my cheek. “Time
to pay, Weaver.”

Someone clapped and in a voice full of
darkness and doom said, “It’s time for the Third Debt.”

I
shook my head, my heart smarting with pain. “What happened to you?” I reached
for him, wanting to clutch his forearm and reassure myself that our bond was
still there.

With
a sneer, he sidestepped, staying out of reach. “What happened to me?” Smiling
coldly, he made me seem as if I were some idiot child asking for the universe’s
secrets. “I got better. That’s what happened to me.”

“I
don’t—I don’t understand. You weren’t ill.”

“You
wouldn’t understand. No one can understand another’s problems. All you need to
know is that I’m cured and I won’t make the same mistakes again.”

I
took a step back, goosebumps scattering over my body. “Don’t say that. I’m in
love with you. Something like that cannot be undone—”

“Love
is a chemical imbalance, Ms. Weaver. I am no longer imbalanced.” He came
closer. “Don’t get cold feet on your invitation. You promised you would come,
and you don’t want to give me a reason to punish you so soon…do you?”

My
skin pinpricked with panic. That sentence should’ve dripped with eroticism. But
it wasn’t. It was cold…lifeless…like him.

Snapping
his fingers, Jethro held out his hand. He kept his digits curled slightly so I
couldn’t see the tattoo marks on the tips. “Come. I want to be back at
Hawksridge before sunrise.”

Nila
dropped the jumper onto the desk, cupping her breasts. “Does this count as
acceptable to you?”

I
couldn’t breathe.

Everything
I’d been running from made my head pound, my cock beg, and the drugs in my
system to fucking disintegrate.

What
was it about her? Why did she have this control over me? And why was I utterly,
ridiculously helpless around her?

God
fucking help me.

Didn’t
she know the more she antagonised me and made me slip, the more likely Cut
would give her to Daniel and fucking slaughter me in my sleep? I wanted to
strike her—hammer the precariousness of our situation home.

“Why
did you bring me here?” she murmured, skirting the desk.

I
couldn’t tear my eyes away from the hard pinpricks on her chest. She couldn’t
be cold—not in this furnace. That meant she was turned on.

My
mind instantly went to one question. Is she wet?

“Kes
told you. Our secrets are now yours.”

“I
don’t think that’s the only reason.” Closing the distance, she licked her
bottom lip. “I think you wanted me off the estate, so you could have me without
anyone seeing.” Her voice layered with sex and invitation. “You wanted me away
from the cameras, so you could drop the act and show me the truth.”

Fuck.

I
cleared my throat. “What truth?”

“That
all of this is a lie. That you’re still the man I fell for—playing the same
game you said you were sick of before I left.”

Shaking
my head, I tried to clear my thoughts. “You’re once again delusional.”
Swallowing hard, I ordered, “Go down to the sorting floor. I have a meeting to
take care of—”

“No,”
she breathed. “I’m not going anywhere until you stop being an asshole and show
me the real you.” Closing the final distance, she stood beside me, crackling
with mischief and lust.

Locking
eyes, she undid the button and zipper of her jeans. “Don’t hide from me,
Jethro. I can’t stay strong if you cut me out.”

My
legs bunched to push the swivel chair backward. One heave and I could launch
myself free and run from her web. But somehow, I couldn’t. I remained tethered
in place; breathing fast, fear swamping my lungs.

She
grabbed my wrist. “Don’t fight it. You can’t fight the inevitable.” Without a
word, she pressed my hand into her trousers.

Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include
writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with
your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up
ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.

She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who
puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.

My life was almost perfect. I had a job I loved that made me a ton of money. I had the perfect wife who was sexy, smart, and loved to play games in the bedroom. And then there was Riley, my eighteen-year-old stepdaughter, the bane of my existence. She was a spoiled brat that needed to be taught a lesson, and I was going to bend her into submission.

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Dark and mysterious, Jaxon Reed is Lyla Scott’s living breathing sexual fantasy.
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An American writer who works the corporate circuit by day but come nightfall transforms into a steamy writer. She loves the city life and a good cocktail.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Title: Healing Gabe

Series: The Last Hangman MC #3

Author: Muriel Garcia

Release Date: April 25, 2015

Synopsis

From the day he was 18, Gabe’s life changed drastically. He lost both of his parents in a tragic car accident and had to raise his 8 years old sister, Nicole. All he wanted to do was party and enjoy his teenage life and go to college. Instead, he had to mature really fast, find a job that would allow him time with his sister but also bring enough money to keep a roof above their heads, pay the bills, feed them and make her happy.

As if things weren’t bad enough, Gabe finds himself in the middle of two clubs at war. On one faithful night, he meets the one woman that will hold his heart forever, becomes the target of the most vicious MC around Louisiana and becomes a prospect for the Last Hangman.

What happens when the love of your life is taken from you and you have to witness her horrible demise?

Things aren’t always what they seem.

Vivian had to keep a low profile after running away from home twelve years ago. She lost everything that same night and has been left empty and feeling scared for years, but she’s done feeling scared. She wants to be happy again and for that, she comes back to New Orleans.

What happened when Gabe and Vivian see each other again?

Both of their past catches up with them, bringing down innocent people. Betrayal, new found family, love and hate.

Gabe never thought he could love again, Vivian only wants to heal him and make him feel whole again. Can they find their happiness together or will their past be too strong and tear them apart forever?

Muriel
Garcia grew up in Belgium. She loves music, tattoos, hot tattooed men,
travelling, and cooking. She always had an overly imaginative and creative mind
but never thought of writing a book up until a couple of months ago. Now she
couldn't imagine not writing stories that are near and dear to her heart.

Carter bought his way out of the mafia to protect Emma, but
when an old ghost returns to the Mauricio Family, a chain of events starts that
can harm everyone. While Carter must decide to return to the Mauricio Family or
not, a face that is oddly familiar to Emma comes into her life. She’s given the
chance to discover more about her family while tensions between the rivaling
Mauricio and Bertal Family comes to a head in an explosive way. The truce is
officially off, and when the two worlds collide, Carter’s decision is made.

He didn’t start this war, but he will end it.

He will do anything to protect Emma.

Excerpt One

We’d been learning how to shoot for a couple of months
now. It had been Theresa’s idea, and these sessions had started to replace our
wine nights. It had also been her idea to have Noah be our instructor. Carter
was the better shot, but Theresa still liked to keep her distance from him. He
still made her uneasy.

Amanda had asked her about it one night at their apartment
when I’d gone to the bathroom. I stopped in the hallway when I’d overheard
Theresa explain, “It’s not that I don’t like him. It’s just…he’s a killer,
Amanda. He’s dangerous. I know he loves her, and I know if anyone is going to
protect her, it will be him, but…” She’d sighed. “I don’t know. He’s known as
the Cold Killer. It’s hard to get past that, even though I know Emma loves him
so much.”

Amanda had asked, “Are you worried for her?”

“No.” She’d hesitated. “I mean…maybe. I’m not worried for
her from him, but because of him. He’s with the mafia.”

“She said he’s out.”

“Yeah, well, is anyone really out?”

Amanda had replied, “She wasn’t in trouble before because
of him. Emma and I did that all on our own.”

“I know. I really do, and I feel bad, but I’m just on edge
with the guy. He’s deadly. Can’t you see it in his eyes?” Theresa got up for
the kitchen. “I need a refill. You?”

I had melted backward, back into the bathroom. When she’d
crossed the hallway, the bathroom door was shut.

Glancing over at her now, I remembered how her smiles had
seemed more forced that night, her laughter a little louder, and the secretive
looks she’d sent Amanda’s way. They were roommates. They were going to talk
about me. That was obvious, but I’d been hurt, though I knew I shouldn’t have
been.

Theresa worried about me. I tried to keep telling myself
it was as simple as that.

I tried.

Excerpt Two

As I held the gun, alone now, some of the old memories
came back to me. But they were never very far away.

I had killed two men.

“Jeremy.”

My voice had been soft when I called to him. He’d been
raping my roommate, and he was going to kill her. I had no choice. When he
turned around and saw the gun in my hand, I shot him. The bullet hit the center
of his forehead.

I swallowed now, remembering Mallory as she had watched
me, pinned to the wall by his hands. Her eyes had been so lifeless. They were
the opposite of Ben’s. He’d been pleading for his life, but minutes earlier
he’d been planning to kill Amanda, then me. My stomach churned, remembering
that he was going to take me to Franco. He wanted to barter, trade me in for
more money, more drugs.

He was the one who killed Mallory, but the Bartel family
set all of it in motion.

I drew in a ragged breath, cradling the gun in my hands
like a precious baby. This little piece of metal had caused so much havoc in my
life, and it was Carter’s weapon of choice. He’d killed plenty with it when he
worked for the Mauricio family.

Somehow, I knew this weapon would have a place in our
lives again. I didn’t want it to, but I knew it would. And with that last
thought, my hand closed over it, and I raised my arms, aiming with my feet
apart, my shoulders rolled back. I shot, one after another, until my clip was
done.

All except one hit the bullseye. The other one, the
outlier, was just outside the inner circle on the target.

I’d have to get better.

“Because you need to understand. It’s
time you know more. You’re mine, Emma. My first allegiance is to you. Things
are going to happen now, and I can’t control them. The Mauricio family has
always followed me."

Suddenly I realized—he was going back in.
A tear formed in my eye, and I ignored it. This was what he was telling me. I
swallowed over a lump. “What happens now?”

He didn’t answer at first. Then he let
out a soft breath of air and turned, his eyes pained. He said one word: “War.”

I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college.
There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a
boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was
booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After
that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not
teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the
students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it
took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled
a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile!
And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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